Study of two girls.....

sabato 10 febbraio 2018

Needing new shoes and remembering everything.
The voice shaking but true, treading across the pain.

I’m going to where no one knows me. The strangers,
and the sky with its stars. Don’t weep, little mother,
I’ll buy you a red scarf with polka-dots.

At night there is nothing, silence of the earth,
impenetrable darkness of the eye, that cannot see
a human face turned up to it or tell the difference
between a turnip and the head of a child with nothing.

I have nothing, I earn nothing, but I have a good time.
I remember only one thing: an oak root under my foot.

And when they arrived, in the early morning,
the star was hidden. The beautiful shining star.

martedì 6 febbraio 2018

He said:
"In the winter dusk
When the pavements were gleaming with rain,
I walked thru a dingy street
Hurried, harassed,
Thinking of all my problems that never are solved.
Suddenly out of the mist, a flaring gas-jet
Shone from a huddled shop.
I saw thru the bleary window
A mass of playthings:
False-faces hung on strings,
Valentines, paper and tinsel,
Tops of scarlet and green,
Candy, marbles, jacks—
A confusion of color
Pathetically gaudy and cheap.
All of my boyhood
Rushed back.
Once more these things were treasures
Wildly desired.
With covetous eyes I looked again at the marbles,
The precious agates, the pee-wees, the chinies—
Then I passed on.

In the winter dusk,
The pavements were gleaming with rain;
There in the lighted window
I left my boyhood."